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Got to bed at 22:00... laid there until about midnight.

Karen had given me a nice rub, so I should have been ultra-relaxed.

But no, not relaxed.

But I realized one thing: those pills?

The thoughts that kept me awake were picayune things, of little import, unlike the thoughts of world conquest and peace that usually keep me awake.

I was thinking of a better way to kill flies or mosquitos or mice... a better way to tie shoes... a better method of keeping track of cats.

And, speaking of the latter... I think that I'll put a plaque by the door, with the cats' names and a little "IN - OUT" tag for each of them.

The day was fairly busy, and I was the runner today. Nothing really interesting happened, but nobody died on the table anyway.

And before I came home, I was thinking about all of the work that I was gonna get done when I got home.

Heh.

My ambition just drained out of me as soon as I got in the truck.

Hot. Hot and Humid. Humid. And hot.

I went from my air-conditioned work-then to my air-conditioned truck (it's *so* nice to have an AC vehicle to drive!) to my air-conditioned home...and I ain't budging out of it.

Yeah, I am pretty lazy.

I wasn't always this way... I think (I know) that having a bad heart is part of it. I'm really hesitant to strain my body very much, and heat and humidity are enough of a strain, without actually doing any work. So in this weather, I work five minutes... and rest an hour. Ain't hardly worth it, heh.

And I need to admit... I fell off the wagon.

No, no, not *THAT* wagon... I'm sober. But about two years ago I gave up solitaire, the antics variety. And then I decided that I needed to put it on the laptop... and that's when I got into trouble.

But I don't *want* to stop, dammit! My best time so far? 38 seconds to a win on Klondike. And a 53% wining percentage, heh.

I get too much pleasure from small things.

And even more from a good nights' sleep, which I plan on having tonight.

"The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins...."
~H.L. Mencken